Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting.

brain fart. Got

was speechless, […]

and nobody knew him?

anyone digs up anything about him,

borrowed from her

through the pages with

more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had

double down on her efforts.

her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to rest to

open to good advice, nodded in agreement.

setting her alarm when a new message popped up on her phone,

why are you asking

a moment before replying with the naked

way. Is he

replied, [Yes, do you know him?]

seemed to deliberate for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him

by keeping her distance?

can’t stay away

Louie to misunderstand, thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would. But

decide, Louie replied,

Louie understood her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded:

Louie went silent.

ten minutes, but still no message. Was there

found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we can

He actually

hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was

single word

her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about

Everard’s number. What could

answered, and a familiar voice, more velvety

the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before

stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the night air.